"And men cried out to the Creator, saying, O Light of the Heavens, Light of the World, let the promised One be born of the mountain, according to the Prophecies, as he was in Ages past and will be in Ages to come. Let the Prince of the Morning sing to the land that green things will grow and the valleys give forth lambs. Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time."
It will be a long while before the wheel turns out another like this one.
Tia mi aven Moridin isainde vadin.
May the horn blow and summon this hero again. But not today. This one has earned his rest for now.
"Peace favor your sword. Tai'shar Manetheren."
"Tai'shar Malkier... The last embrace of the mother welcome you home, Lan."
Lan and Rand 53, Fading Words, 828 The Fires of Heaven
Sep 18, 2007
Posted by Faded at 8:31 AM